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Hans Vanderbum gouged his fists into his own visual organs, and muttered something about "de dunderin' shmoke," before he could reply. "Yesh, yesh, I 'tends to you. You needn't be 'fraid. Dey won't hurt you, I doesn't t'ink. Dey jist keeps you. May be dey burns you, but dat ain't sartain. I must go to Oonomoo now, for I've been away from him a good long while." "Tell him I am hopeful."
Not far from the park entrance, the girl who had proposed the wine, and her companion, who was by this time more than half intoxicated, dropped a little behind the others and soon turned down a side street. "This is not the way, Jim," she said, in a tone of laughing protest. "Oh yesh 'tis. I know where'm goin'. Come 'long." And he caught her by the arm.
He was one who, beginning with nothing, was determined to die a rich man, and was likely to achieve his purpose. Now there was no gleam of anger on his face, but a look of invincible good-humor, which was not, however, quite good-humor, when you came to examine it closely. "Oh, that is you, is it, Mr. Hart?" "Yesh; it is me. I have followed you. Oh, I have had quite a pleasant tour following you.
"D'yer know where you are, you ..." roared Hawker. "Dear Heart, I am in hell," replied the recumbent one, "but by the Mercy of God I'm splendidly drunk. Yes, hell. 'Lasciate ogni speranza, sweet Amaryllis. I am Morag of the Misty Way. Mos' misty. Milky Way. Yesh. Milk Punchy Way." ...
"Drink!" a voice cried. "I don't want any drink" A strong hand had him by the collar, and the house was rocking violently to and fro; he could scarcely keep his feet. "Wake up, you're drunk. Is Miss Porter down stairs?" "Porter, Porter, yesh, Portersh gal; thatsh what I said. Whatsh matter with you? leg-go. Keep cool, don't get excited." "Here, get out go down stairs!" And he did, hurriedly.
"Dead, am I? I'll show you whether I'm dead or not, Sir!" "Well, you may be a survivor," said Moorshed ingratiatingly, "though it isn't at all likely." The officer choked for a minute. The midshipman crouched up in stern said, half aloud: "Then I was right last night." "Yesh," I gasped from the dinghy's coal-dust. "Are you member Torquay Yacht Club?"
He reeled a little, and Gilbert caught hold of him again. "I woul'n be a young chap," he muttered, "not for ... not for nothink. You ... you're a young chap, ain't you? Yesh you are! You needn't tell me you ain't! I can see as wellsh anythink! You're a young chap ri' enough. Well ... well, Gawd, 'elp you, young feller! Thash all I got to sy ... subjec! Goo-ni', gen'lemen!"
The moment they came in the Colonel's eyes brightened, and when Amy stooped and kissed him he tried to kiss her back. Then he fixed his eyes on Eloise with a questioning glance, which made her say to him, "Do you know me?" He struggled hard for a moment, and then replied, "Yesh, 'Lisha Ann! Stay!" and those were the only really intelligible words he ever spoke.
"Wonder what's the matter with Coleman," muttered Acres, hurrying to meet Carter, the editor of the Signal, only to see him vanish into the drugstore. "Wonder what's the matter with everybody. Hello, Colonel Adams, that you?" "Yesh, it's me, Mabel; whatcher want," answered the Colonel, bracing himself against the courthouse. He always called Acres "Mabel," after his wife.
Well then, Ezekiel was very rich; he came down in August last, in the Pickle schooner, and, as bad luck would have it, he fell sick of the fever. "Isaac," quoth Ezekiel, "I am wery sheek; I tink I shall tie." "Hope note, dear proder; you hab no vife, nor shildir; pity you should tie, Ezekiel. Ave you make your vill, Ezekiel?" "Yesh; de vill is make.
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